Kryme Life - Get Off Your Wallet lyrics

[Kryme Life] When you hear a banger, better stand up, n***a it's official When it's coming for me, it's Kryme Life on the M.I You gonna get your hands up, n***a, on the corner When we rocking them shows, it's to ya nose with the semi Had to get my grams up, had to play it tough Manuever it down to Kansas, where the fans lust Them pound cakes and snuff, get 'em off as dubs The brown ace we tuck, hand 'em off at clubs See a n***a down, right on his wallet, open you up a new account With the silver dollar, making a profit It was greasy in the projects, then I started scheeming in the process This life, it wasn't easy on my wallet A wiseman schooled me to the value of a dollar And I manifest in myself, I ain't get no help I just invest in myself, nobody else writing these records, just myself [Chorus: Kryme Life] This is for all my hustlers, stuck on the grind Broke n***as now pay, n***as stay with the time Drew blood for they strip, ride with a clip Crying inside, know when n***as die for this sh** Can't be nothing else but raw, cuz every time I pick up a microphone, n***a ask for more Spit something that'll make a n***a crack a jaw Sip something, blaze something and pack the floor [Kryme Life] You see me? It ain't a secret, my n***as is beasting You can't hold us back no more, too much sh** leaking, pa About my business, I'm not for the games You can get beat senseless, and shot from a range For trying to stop my change, and what I got to claim But this I can't miss, I still got my aim Don't get it confused, I ain't trying to knock your fame But all that popularity gon' get your a** laying Show n***as what time it is when the Glocks get clean One minute I'm out on Benz, where them pots get steamed All my hungry hood n***as, hit the block get cream Duck police, show no teeth, we look mean Put your game face on, we out to get green In the same place where Deck and Rae made C.R.E.A.M Two twelve, two eighteen, tuck the eight scheme On the grind, cell phones, got custom made rings [Chorus] [Kryme Life] Uh, the Kryme Life, ain't nothing nice, but I live it, kid I can move the rocky, but stuck in my pivot Pa**ed addition, no look, I magic hands The way I make my dough stretch, call me Plasticman It's no threats, kid, the gat's blam, up early in the morning Leave you stuck like the traffic jam Ain't nothing moving but the money and the master plan And ya'll dudes don't it, believe me, no snooze on it Your face'll get ate, like a plate with food on it While I stand there, holding a square, like 'who want it?' T.M.F., C.G.'s, Ruffline 0-6, more chips, n***as bout to have rough time T.M.F., C.G.'s, Ruffline 0-6, more chips, n***as bout to have rough time We hustlin', hustlin', n***a, get that work off Get that money up, yes sir [Chorus]